This is the point you fancy me mad
I've got sinister eyebrows and pale skin and I like it that way. I've been told I get this certain mischievous look when I'm scheming something. I find that funny, but it wouldn't do much good if my schemes were supposed to be confidential.
Since writing the above, one of two things has changed. I still have pale skin...
I live in the wrong era. I'm also a hopeless Anglophile and perpetual nightowl.
I do believe that I'm slightly split-personalitied, but seeing as how I'm a Gemini and all, it makes sense. It does cause some fierce debates with myself, though. I never agree with what I say. And I'll confuse you in the process. Intentionally, even. But it'll probably annoy you more than anything. I'm good at that.
My jokes are generally in bad taste...
Art's my bag. All genres of it. Creative droughts often plague me, so it's not unusual for me to go temporarily mad until I come up with something. I'll even paint on cake icing if I'm really desperate. Not too often, though. It's fattening. I'm currently trying to come up with ways of expanding my thoughts to fuel my need to create. That doesn't mean drugs. I don't need them. I'm naturally high. I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were a stoner." (or a cokehead! That's a new one. Some people even think I do heroin...I really don't know where they get these ideas...seriously.)
I'm not ashamed of my morbid fascination.
I can be quite sarcastic. It comes naturally, and I'm usually never serious. But sometimes I am. Be wary. Just kidding. Or am I? Haha...ha. *smirk*
